Although early spring had arrived, the pool was still bitterly cold. The moment Hu Xiaotian entered it, the chill pierced him to the bone. Once he had adjusted, he swam farther out. It was nighttime, and the light underwater was already dim, so he could only search for Tang Qingxuan based on his earlier estimate. Straining his eyes to their limit, he finally made out a figure sinking into the depths.
Hu Xiaotian swiftly approached Tang Qingxuan. She seemed to have lost consciousness and was sinking motionlessly toward the bottom. An excellent swimmer, he soon reached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her, and swam upward with her. A glimmer flickered before his eyes, followed by another and another: jellyfish were drifting up from the bottom. Their beauty caught his attention, but he dared not slow his ascent in the slightest. The sooner he reached the surface, the better her chances of survival.
Yet almost in an instant, thousands upon thousands of jellyfish appeared around him. They had been drifting gracefully, but something disturbed them, and suddenly they swarmed toward Hu Xiaotian and Tang Qingxuan. At first, he felt something like needles pricking the soles of his feet. Before long, the glowing pink jellyfish came sweeping toward his face and body, blotting out everything before him. He swam upward desperately with Tang Qingxuan, but countless jellyfish still crowded against his exposed skin, stinging him. He could not help regretting his decision. Before entering the water, he had stripped down to his underpants to make the rescue easier. Who could have imagined that tens of thousands of jellyfish lived in this pool?
Any creature would defend itself against an intruder. Once these delicate jellyfish went berserk, their onslaught was terrifying, like fallen petals whirling through the air or willow fluff